Skipping stones across the blue
Sharing
holiday laughter and fun
When
amidst the joyful splashing
It
hit me like a bullet from a gun
Why
was I playing childish games?
With
a girl who was built to stun
So,
I looked at her and smiled
Took
her hand and called her Hon
Then
we walked barefoot in the surf
Holding
hands beneath the sun
On
a day neither of us would forget
When
our first love had begun
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